Buzz buzz buzz that literature, daddy
trivialize it
then fire it into Bezo’s atmosphere
to let the drones strike it down
and scatter the ashes over LA
Aye there’s the rub
last week, I saw a movie called
Pesticide Lemonade
I give it a week
they’ll let anyone up on the screen now
that’s post-internet for you
go back if you don’t like it
too many hands touch a movie
and all they do is slide their fingers
through the frame
greasing it up with unneeded layers
cameras sell lies
they’re expensive and disposable, like tissues
blow your nose for one
blow your brains out for another, amirite
they shoot crewmembers for the shot, don’t they
no one died writing verses
and if they did
it was only for telling the truth:
Jesus Neckbeard Christ—
he came down hungrier than a hobo on a ham sandwich (got that line off a family man’s porno stache) and was tired, oh so tired. Look at the daytime ladies and night-time mistakes. AWOOOOOGAH BARK BARK BARK. Any K-Pop clone will do. Stain last year’s sheets. Crash Monday’s car. Cyka blyat. The new Qwerty gang has spoken:
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP
BOOM HOP BOP BOOM BAM
BOOM HOP BOP BOOM BAM
If you want to sweat for the discourse machine,
go back to 2016